Moonlit
Sometimes
things align.
Yes, I’ll wait while you
knock on wood
and give me that look like
now,
now you’ve done it.
Now you’ve invited that other shoe
and the sky, falling,
and that single bolt of smoking, shocking loss,
always in need of a target.
Yes, I remember.
We learn early that joy
is dangerous.
There is so much space
where it is not.
Come here.
Forget about the planets,
the words that alarm,
the dread you prefer.
Between the shadows, the moonlit world
is luminous.
Snowbanks drip with cream.
Meadows flash and glitter, like the sky.
The icy tideline, vast and crusted, glows.
You can trust this light.
It is your own.
Choosing to stand within the darkening
requires fear,
not just courage.
We all get bloodied, in the shadows.
It is in that breaking
that we are broken open.
Watch as the mountains brighten
at your return.
The land rises, gleaming,
the tide rushes to follow.
We are each of us this spinning, blazing
body,
aligned, tethered,
free.
bearbones 
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From spokane. Love it
Harry G. Neff, M.Ed. LMHC
807 West 7th
Spokane, WA 99204
509-455-7654
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Harry, I don’t know why but I can’t see the image you posted here (and I really want to!)… try again?
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So beautiful.
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Thank you, Estora!
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Tricia,
This is just so beautiful. Your words blanket me like the snow blankets the world, fresh and still.
Laura
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Thank you, Laura!
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“There is so much space where it is not,” hits me at my core.
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I love knowing which lines do that. Thank you, Melissa!
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Tricia, Thank you. This is beautiful and powerful and reading it today is perfectly timed. Love from afar, Lisa
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Lisa, thank you for this. Love back to you.
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